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His daddy is fighting in Iraq.
His mommy is fighting tears.
His brother is fighting death.
He is fighting his desolation and fears.
Friends are but a dream
and companions are an illusion.
School is a concentration camp,
but he stands, though alone, in the midst of confusion.
His training school is loneliness.
His milestones are fears, thrust in lies.
His only weapon is faith
and his bullets are soft "hallelujah" cries.
Strength left his fragile body
and he lost the fight in life so coy,
yet on his knees he conquered agony
and I call him the little soldier boy.
Fold the flag
Country contain me
And soldier no more
Place in a box
In three corners neat
Over the mantle
In silent entreat
How many knew him
How many cared
Was madness that slew him
And madness that dared
Where will it end
And where will it go
A lifetime has ended
And soldier no more
Spirit inside it
And never unfold
Defender behind us
A story untold
Is life better now
That we have made death
Did justice prevail
Or did it digress
The story should tell
A sacrifice made
But history dictates
And debts go unpaid
The Vikings were a race of men
That conquered many lands
They fought their wars with might and main
And power in their hands
They sailed the sea in dragon ships
Explored and conquered well
But now their greatness lies beneath
The rolling ocean swell
I struggled, got her words just right
as I revised for half a night.
Onto the battlefield she rode
my glorious soldier named Ode.
Her rival said - "she's much too long!"
another nagged - "..setting's all wrong."
Broken and bruised my warrior stayed
doing her job, somewhat dismayed.
Hours before the contest was done
came this brassy note, only one.
"As I read, your piece was just fine
You just skipped ev'ry other line."
Front lines were chosen, mine were not.
My Ode retreated, proud to have fought.
Humbled, she found the road back home;
the battlefield is no place to roam.
You asked again why do I go
And what's my cause in it
You talked of pain and ever show
The reason you disdain it
I cannot concede all your lost
Nor all that's stolen before
To see her taken is a cost
Our history cannot endure
Let them spit at me, and call
Me nigger names, them flags
That from the rampart fly, pall
Me deeper when victory sags
Tired to defeat, and I am shamed
Twice more in my nation's pain
Since I am its strength aflamed
The bulwark of pride's refrain
I go with certainty to save
The equal status of manhood
The chance to show the world I'm brave
The restrained wrath within my blood
Who will see me on war's far shore
And miss the Christian virtue
That forbids me even the score
For the years I endured hate through